My greatest love is more than a person. Flesh bag of bones. It is earth, pavement, sunlight reflecting on an urban lake, the way some exalt her, some slight her. She is my hometown. Oakland California is home to all. She loves us all equally. She nurtures us like no…

Part 3 of 3 explores ideas how to begin downsizing, join the movement. Tired and worn out by the loudness of environmental zealots. They are righteous and loud. They are also well meaning. They are enlightened. A smart trend is emerging in media. Small changes we can employ to be…

Is that dirty laundry? You stink! We sometimes struggle making a solid effort to respect mother nature. We travel a lot. Personal, hybrid excursions, and business travel. The trips add up. The embarrassing scene at so many hotels, motels, Airbnb’s, et al. Literal trash mountains in the making. …

Deep Tracks — Radio Misfits #8 Alt Rock In the 2000s, my music tastes flowered. Years employed in the music industry exposed my ears to a record crate busting stack of new albums. In reality, the format was CD. I still favor a vinyl record; therefore, thematically, we will pretend…

Roots and Blues, round two: My youth, R&B fueled family gatherings, kid’s birthday parties, and family house cleaning days. I self-appointed the critical job, queuing up records. It was also (I thought) a sly way to temporarily get out of cleaning the house. We had a limited album collection. Many…

Sounds of Yesteryear so far has been the source of radio shy tracks populating the series. The series evolved because of a question I asked myself, “why do so many songs continue receiving regular airplay 20–30 (or more) years on? A follow-up question; “what if radio programmers scrapped the same…

90s edition. The last decade of the 20th century in retrospect was an entertainment industry crossroads. Rock n roll and R&B/Soul music genres matured. Lyrically, songs explored beyond puppy love, protest songs, and decadence. Hip hop experienced growing pains despite its meteoric rise, thanks to “Yo! …

The earliest memories of my music fandom involve making mixtapes for friends, crushes, and most often myself. In my freshman year of college, I enrolled in a studio editing course. We learned to splice tape, record public service announcements (PSAs) took on volunteer shifts at the college radio station. …